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After confirming the few people in front of him, he didn't find himself.

Shen Yanqing slowly raised her head, opened her eyes, and looked around carefully, when the movement on the bamboo pole came again.

The bamboo pole clamped under the armpit shook from time to time.

Every time the bamboo swayed, it brought a tingling pain. Shen Yanqing couldn't remember how many days it had been since she came here.

However, he has been fixed on a bamboo pole, and these days can be described as life rather than death.

Although it was worse than living in the outside world, he was already very excited to enter the inside world.

He came to find someone, to find someone—someone who had lost the promise!
But this time, what made him even more curious was the person on the shelf at the back. From the first day he came here, he saw a person sitting on the sedan chair at the back.

It's not clear if it's a human, or a dead body like them, but what is certain is that the young man in front must value the man behind.

Otherwise, he wouldn't pick a few people to carry the sedan chair, but that person could sit on the sedan chair when everyone was walking on their feet.

At this moment, Shen Yanqing wished so much that the person sitting on the sedan chair was him.

A cold mechanical voice sounded: "Is there anything unclear? Is there anything I can explain to you again, so that you don't understand what your mission is?"

Shen Yanqing's face hidden under the hat suddenly raised her eyebrows unexpectedly, and a wicked smile curled up at the corner of her mouth.

With a teasing look on her face, Shen Yanqing squeezed her hand, and lowered her voice, "Oh, I can't even remember if you don't speak. I seem to have a system? Where did this come from? Why did it suddenly appear?" Did it ring in my head?"

Shen Yanqing's teasing voice sounded, no matter how she talked to her system these days, they always looked very cold, and if it wasn't a very necessary question, they wouldn't bother with her at all.

But what surprised him even more was that the names of these two systems were quite nice, not like those numbers at all.

But as long as she mentioned the origin of those two names, they would all be furious, and as time passed, Shen Yanqing didn't dare to ask them lightly.

"Let's talk nonsense and talk about props! You have quite a lot of audience!" But that was left behind by the host.

There are quite a lot of viewers?
This question has always puzzled Shen Yanqing. Although it is the first time he has bound the system, the first live broadcast should not bring so much popularity.

But seeing that the number of people online in his live broadcast room has reached one million, he is still a little unbelievable. He can't believe that this is the data he brought from the first day of live broadcast.

However, he suspects that this may be left over from their previous host. It seems that he should be very popular, otherwise so many people would not like his live broadcast.

But I can only see the live broadcast page clearly, I don't understand what is said on it, and I don't understand it.

"Understood, my cold and ruthless system doesn't say anything to your host?" Sometimes he can't even remember that he has two systems.

But this may be because of his extraordinary talent. Others only have one system, and he has two.

"Weichen, I want to kill him, I really miss the original host." Anwu said in a low voice in the space.

It really wanted its host to come back, but when grandpa came back, he said that the host was dead, and they couldn't contact the host no matter what.

So there was no way, Grandpa bound them another host, which was the man in front of them, but the one in front of them was completely incomparable with the previous host.

It's so annoying!
"I know" it misses her too, but they can't find her.

[Ask, who is this?It's been a while since I watched the live broadcast. I remember, didn't I only pay attention to my wife? 】

[I am also very confused, I also want to ask who is this man in front of me?Where is my wife? 】

[Tell you a sad thing, my wife died in the previous dungeon, and now this should be the new anchor, but I don’t know why he inherited his wife’s live broadcast. 】

【died! ! !When did this happen?Didn't I just watch it for a few days?how come? 】

[Really, during the last dungeon, for some reason, the screen of the live broadcast room went black, and when it was turned on again, it was now. 】

【………】

[My wife is gone? 】

Although there were different opinions in the live broadcast room, it still did not affect Shen Yanqing in the live broadcast room.

The melodious bells rippling in the bamboo forest, maybe there are a few strange calls hidden, which seem human but not human.

"bell"

Shen Yanqing was tortured like this for most of the night, and finally the person in front stopped, and the person behind accidentally slipped forward and leaned on Shen Yanqing's back.

"Gudong"

Shen Yanqing swallowed in fear. The person behind him was a dead person, and he had been dead for many days. There was a faint rotten smell, which irritated his nose severely.

Carefully pulling away the person behind him.

From the corner of the eye, I found that the way ahead seemed to be blocked by a large collapsed bamboo forest, so the man in front told everyone to stop.

The old man looked gloomy at the bamboo in front of him, and then looked back at the person behind him.

"Put the corpse aside, come here, and clean up the bamboo. We must go back to the village as soon as possible. They can't wait!"

What can't wait?

Facing this sentence, Shen Yanqing was extremely puzzled, but realized that she was playing the role of a corpse, but she was still waiting quietly like the corpse next to her.

Waiting for the strong man to transport himself aside.

Seeing that everyone was cleaning up the collapsed bamboo in front, Shen Yanqing slipped out quietly.

Looking left and right, he realized that no one was watching him, so he sneaked up to the sedan chair, wanting to see what was inside.

Why do those people pay so much attention to it? He feels that there must be some important clues or something in it?
The moment the tulle was lifted, a woman in red sat quietly in the middle of the sedan chair.

Her hair was slender and spread out behind her. It looked like someone had carefully styled her hairstyle. It was filled with some delicate accessories, like a married bride.

The girl is as beautiful as a fairy in the sky, her face is cold, her lips are slightly red, and her face is pale.

There should be some light makeup on the face, maybe it's not makeup, but the pale complexion after death, but the girl in front of her really doesn't look like a dead person, she just looks like she's asleep.

Curved willow-leaf eyebrows, her closed eyes formed a graceful arc when she looked at the past, and her eyelashes were very long.

Shen Yanqing touched her eyelashes curiously, and muttered to herself, "I'm so angry. Although it's strange for a man to have long eyelashes, I also wish I had a pair of long eyelashes!"

Looking down, there is a long white cloth hanging on the woman's chest, which grows to the outside of the sedan chair, with some strange patterns drawn on it.

At the same time, the lines from the chin to the collarbone under the woman's lips are also painted with those lines.

Just when Shen Yanqing took a picture of her lines and was about to ask about her own system, a strange voice came from behind.